I liked prancing around the coffee table with them. It was brilliant!
We imagined a customized Nespresso bin, with a giant, laughing George Clooney on its side. Gathered around it were throngs of women.
My Great Aunt Nelda is probably giggling in her grave right now, because her revamped chandelier also found its way into my romantic comedy, “Mucho Caliente!”
Suzie hadn’t invited me to her party, but she was inviting my parents? Could this evening get any worse?.. Could it ever!
Perplexed, I stood up and squinted at myself in the large mirror opposite the bath, and nearly burst my Botoxed brow.
What? Me? Compete? No! I suck!
How did an Anglo-Italo-Swiss over-aged rock chick living in a sleepy village in the canton of Vaud meet a gorgeous young rock star from Kansas City?